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Updated: June 11, 2025
Well, on the evening when I went back to Clarisse Mergy and told her the news of the day part of which, for that matter, she already knew I felt two things very thoroughly.
"His evil genius, the man who, secretly, unknown to his parents, enticed him away from school, the man who led him astray, who corrupted him, who took him from us, who taught him to lie, to waste his substance and to steal." "Daubrecq?" "Daubrecq." Clarisse Mergy put her hands together to hide the blushes on her forehead. She continued, in her tired voice: "Daubrecq had taken his revenge.
"In the crystal stopper, as we thought," said Mme. Mergy. "And where was the crystal stopper?" "In an object which Daubrecq came and fetched, a few days ago, from the writing-desk in his study in the Square Lamartine, an object which I took from him yesterday." "What sort of object?" "Simply a packet of tobacco, Maryland tobacco, which used to lie about on the desk." Prasville was petrified.
Mergy, give up all the nonsensical and imprudent acts which your pride and your passions are making you commit; put all that on one side and think only of your interest..." "My interest," said Daubrecq, jestingly, "always coincides with my pride and with what you call my passions." "Up to the present, perhaps. But not now, not now that I have taken a hand in the business.
The wound was closed, the temperature almost normal. The doctor, a personal friend, who came every day from Paris, promised that he might get up two days later. And, on that day, in the absence of his accomplices and of Mme. Mergy, all three of whom had left two days before, in quest of information, he had himself moved to the open window.
"A word will be enough: my husband's name was on the list of the Twenty-seven." "Ah!" The veil was suddenly lifted from Lupin's eyes and he saw, as in a flash of lightning, a whole legion of things which, until then, had been hidden in the darkness. Clarisse Mergy continued, in a firmer voice: "Yes, his name was on it, but by mistake, by a piece of incredible ill-luck of which he was the victim.
"Yes, you had to see Mme. Mergy home." "Just so, and to look after her. You can understand the poor thing's despair... Her son Gilbert so near death... And such a death!... At that time we could only hope for a miracle... an impossible miracle. I myself was resigned to the inevitable... You know as well as I do, when fate shows itself implacable, one ends by despairing."
What is your address, in case I should want you?" "M. Nicole, 25, Place de Clichy. I am staying at a friend's flat, which he has lent me during his absence." The interview was at an end. M. Nicole thanked the secretary-general, with a very low bow, and walked out, accompanied by Mme. Mergy: "That's an excellent piece of work," he said, outside, rubbing his hands.
On the other hand, he would soon learn from Clarisse Mergy where Daubrecq himself was lurking. The rest, to him, would be child's play. The Growler and the Masher were waiting for him in the drawing-room of the Hotel Franklin, a small family-hotel near the Trocadero. Mme. Mergy had not yet written to him. "Oh," he said, "I can trust her! She will hang on to Daubrecq until she is certain."
Lupin went up to him: "Are you looking for M. Nicole?" "Yes, M. Nicole and two gentlemen." "From a lady?" "Yes, Mme. Mergy." "Is she staying at your hotel?" "No. She did not get out. She beckoned to me, described you three gentlemen and told me to say that she was going on to Genoa, to the Hotel Continental." "Was she by herself?" "Yes."
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